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feyti-odinsdottir · 2 years
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Midwest Logic:
Sunny in the winter: very cold
Sunny in the summer: very hot
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caaaatttsss-meow · 1 year
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Old midwesterners be like
"...take the dirt road a quarter mile down til ya see an ol' oak tree that go blown over in the 80s and turn to go south, then look for the barn that's been falling apart since I was a kid and keep going till you go a third mile past it and then head east..."
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catchymemes · 6 months
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why is most internet horror always set in America. where are the spooky stories about inhuman copies stealing your face or horrifying alien entities falling from the sky and mutating everything it touches or the awful living meat creatures set in like. Urban England
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sunflouwerhabit · 9 months
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IT’S FINE TO FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT (‘TIL IT’S TRUE)
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Harry Styles @HarryStyles_KE
hi again! so, i wanted to apologize one more time for the whole “helogogjs good gksdjid” thing, and also say that i didn’t just accidentally open your DM’s when i wasn’t paying attention earlier. i sort of had a question about a tweet you posted yesterday? like. the whole “rent a boyfriend” thing? is that something you were serious about? and if so, how does one come to hire you to be their boyfriend? i’m, um, asking for a friend
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Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave.
In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.
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a larry fake dating au | strangers to friends to lovers pining | fluff fluff fluff | and some angst | but mostly fluff | happy ending | inordinate amount of taylor swift references | lou’s kangaroo truths
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we are now live from the bughouse.
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kingoftheu · 9 months
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Lake: I want to seperate myself from that Minnesotan Tulip
Also Lake: imma gonna name myself lake
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flannyjanny · 3 months
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shutterandsentence · 28 days
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"In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather in 24 hours." --Mark Twain
Photo: Illinois
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fanfictionlord · 2 months
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dougielombax · 6 months
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It’s official.
My sense of humour is broken beyond repair.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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yorshie · 1 year
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Me every time I make it through a storm in Tornado Alley
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newsofthenight · 2 months
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Midwest Town on Edge Over Government Birdwatching
There’s some reports recently of a Midwest town that seems to be finding itself thrown into a hub of avian anxiety. Residents there are now on high alert amid rumors circulating about the federal government employing trained birds for covert surveillance. The once relaxed, small town atmosphere now is filled with fear, suspicion and a heightened awareness of anything bird related. Whispers of…
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idk-anymore-mydudes · 4 months
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Feeling my impending breakdown approaching like a Midwestern grandpa feeling the upcoming tornado in his bones: Whelp, here we go again
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marvelmaniac2000 · 2 years
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More "Aftermath," and it's sibling dynamics, protective/hormonal Katara, and Sokka making declarations all with a side of Zukka cuddling and tenderness.
Aren't you glad the relationship angst is done? :)
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waxfullwan · 1 year
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Desperado
He was traveling in the shadows,
Headed for the gallows,
Crossing through a river,
Cold,
Frigid,
Shallow.
A hellish Demon he must follow,
His head hung in sorrow,
At Demon’s heart he shivers,
Hard,
Blackened,
Hollow.
Quick!
Demon’s gun he borrows,
Shot him where he swallows
Without a single quiver,
Now call him,
Desperado.
a.b.
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